Contemplative Haven: My Sacred Heart Experience 
My Sacred Heart Experience
(See post, "My Sacred Heart Anniversary", June 8, 2006)
JUNE 8, 2005:
I am not where I intended to be. This evening, He brings me here, to the adoration chapel. It is the Year of the Eucharist, to which I am not paying much extra attention. I already love the Eucharist, and I do not know what I do not know, nor how profoundly I do not know it.
Above the Tabernacle is a picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. He wears the Crown of Thorns, and is bleeding. The Heart is surrounded by a rim of white light. I do not know that the painting is there for a reason; I do not know there is a strong connection between devotion to the Sacred Heart and to the Eucharist.
I desire a piece of His Heart, and have desired this for a long time. Just a little piece, I always ask Him; just a little piece would be enough.
It is twilight. The setting sun enters through the stained-glass windows. All the votive candles along the wall to my right are aglow. I am alone, focused on His Heart.
Isn't it beautiful, I think, how the orb of light around His Heart grows in size, then recedes - how it pulsates. It must be the effect of the flickering candles, yet how real it appears. But the candle flames are not flickering; there is no wind here, no draft. I am drawn into that pulsation, into that expansion and contraction.
Gradually, very gradually, the Heart changes. The base of the Heart elongates, becoming stemlike, and from the bottom of the stem a base forms. I see, in what I think is an instant, but is not. I see, I know. A quiet knowledge, very simple. "Oh, His Heart is a Chalice." The surrounding orb of light becomes a Host.
Then it comes flooding in, this One that has enveloped me ever since. This flood of One - the Sacred Heart, the Precious Blood, the Blessed Sacrament, the Holy Eucharist - they are One. And He makes me understand that I don't have to ask for a little piece of His Heart, that He gives me His whole Heart with each Holy Communion, and even more - His Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity.
Dear Jesus, I am so ashamed that I did not know what I did not know, and how profoundly I did not know it. But He sweeps me up into His peace.
JUNE 8, 2005:
I am not where I intended to be. This evening, He brings me here, to the adoration chapel. It is the Year of the Eucharist, to which I am not paying much extra attention. I already love the Eucharist, and I do not know what I do not know, nor how profoundly I do not know it.
Above the Tabernacle is a picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. He wears the Crown of Thorns, and is bleeding. The Heart is surrounded by a rim of white light. I do not know that the painting is there for a reason; I do not know there is a strong connection between devotion to the Sacred Heart and to the Eucharist.
I desire a piece of His Heart, and have desired this for a long time. Just a little piece, I always ask Him; just a little piece would be enough.
It is twilight. The setting sun enters through the stained-glass windows. All the votive candles along the wall to my right are aglow. I am alone, focused on His Heart.
Isn't it beautiful, I think, how the orb of light around His Heart grows in size, then recedes - how it pulsates. It must be the effect of the flickering candles, yet how real it appears. But the candle flames are not flickering; there is no wind here, no draft. I am drawn into that pulsation, into that expansion and contraction.
Gradually, very gradually, the Heart changes. The base of the Heart elongates, becoming stemlike, and from the bottom of the stem a base forms. I see, in what I think is an instant, but is not. I see, I know. A quiet knowledge, very simple. "Oh, His Heart is a Chalice." The surrounding orb of light becomes a Host.
Then it comes flooding in, this One that has enveloped me ever since. This flood of One - the Sacred Heart, the Precious Blood, the Blessed Sacrament, the Holy Eucharist - they are One. And He makes me understand that I don't have to ask for a little piece of His Heart, that He gives me His whole Heart with each Holy Communion, and even more - His Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity.
Dear Jesus, I am so ashamed that I did not know what I did not know, and how profoundly I did not know it. But He sweeps me up into His peace.
posted by Gabrielle at 12:42 AM
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